Lately I've been thinking that
I cleared a whole room for you because your presense should be framed when your visits arrive.

They are white and so bright glowing
I sit staring at my bedroom floor thinking
I must be the only fool.

Inside old houses behind closet doors
they form single file lines
i will not dedicate a day to a life size nativity scene nor will my passer by notice hidden or placed furniture

that befriends monuments that walk when
i pass by deer and knomes that harm
the image of Ch

Shut your fucking mouth tradition does not seem to be working because of it's mechanical tone it's one that paralyzes my thoughts and defies my suspense

I breeze through walls as they scratch my floor boards a blue light looks up white flash looks and one blue little fuck makes me look up

In his nightmare...
black rain fell and clogged their fist kiss
now suffocating she dies in his arms
now their love is a floating ghost
as she turns into ashes and the wind sends her crumbling.

Into the setting sun...
her love was a vampire.

It seems to be cold in here, inside the empty head of you, the end of you.
When you speak, your pink, pink pout spouts out poison, and without a doubt they believe in you...
idiots, well I know, yes I know what this is about.
I have most definetly figured you out, behind your vile

How can you stay focused how can you see when your world is seen through a happy rose tint

I don't think I feel comfortable with your heavy finger on the button.
It makes me glad to think that you love me more than the labored six hours to hold my body in her arms fuck you jesus...</

I am a prisoner in a war full of idiots.

The stomping feet of waltzing hypocrites pave the way of a brave tomorrow, choke the throat of passion and sorrow.
Kill my drifting breeze of thought
I have been captured
I have been caught.

I am a prisoner in a war of scowls, co

When hands meet here skin form to the tube through skin from my mouth.
All painted and dressed up for confusion this in all ends meets complicated to devices

I bow my head just to preten to know a thing or two about a prayer horrible deaths we lay just to lafor peace and just to say

white laced promises keep suspicion
from crawling, their blatant dis-illusion teases my mind. its raining amelessly but its not helping the time slow the decision reels.

why is this so hard its the pain that stops me the empathy burns down that side
how could i ask you to underst

i demand you all in my
attention i say what i
want i want a standing
ovation at my funeral
for miles to be seen
from behind the
limousines and laughter to be
from miles around smiling
faces and for everyone
to stand in my attention now
repeat after me when

I've seen you sitting in your bed, in your brown gown of dead flowers and in your room, in it's corners where spiders crawl, and a sour dream centipede slips under your mattress until it's time, oh, oh, gimme that back, I want my back, back.

Oh your beauty, let it rot, let it rot, let it

You are every ounce of horror, every reminding second of a completely terrible life.
You're the single most constant mistake of why (most) my body aches

and from the old iron shackles you locked around my heart to the chunks of my life you picked out from your teeth
I remember for

That whisper, your lovely curling razor, mistakenly wound around my tongue to squeeze some fucking truth from that wicked obsession, your obsession, where I can pass by.
They do that when you're dead alive.

I could count stars, and you counted screams
so if you would please just h